Her ✔

21

"I can't bring you home"
but the child did not listen
and was silent
as he followed her.

"okay then, how old are you?"
he put up 6 fingers
and she nodded.

"why were you at that school?"
no response
and a tear slipped down his cheeks

"okay. you don't have to talk about it."
she couldn't blame him.
she wouldn't talk about it either

they arrived at her house
the ink of spray paints
still faintly noticeable

despite her words
he walked in
sat on the couch
and fell asleep

she smiled
a mothers smile